---- Anna ----
I am a senior auditor for a shipping insurance company based here in London. It is a fairly responsible position, and I take it seriously. I embarked upon what was for me a fairly normal trip to Marseilles, the major French port on the Atlantic, to consult with our local office there about insurance inspections of ships coming into French ports. An overnight trip. Our underwriters insisted that any ship that we insured be inspected upon arrival for safety and seaworthiness. The business went well that day, so I retired to the hotel. As a single woman travelling I am quite careful about any social interaction that I might undertake. Picking up men was definitely not my cup of tea. I usually stay in the Renaissance Hotel when in Marseilles and eat alone in the restaurant there. Sometimes I go into the bar for a drink or two after dinner just to unwind a bit before retiring. This time in the bar I chanced to notice a rather charming man sitting a few seats away. Our eyes met briefly, we smiled, and he rather boldly moved over next to my seat. He said his name was Jean, a good French name, but he spoke excellent if slightly accented English, better than my French. He said he was here on business and had arrived by private yacht. That got my attention. We chatted and flirted a little. One more drink though, and I was going back to the room -- alone.
The next drink, a brandy Alexander, hit me a lot harder than usual. I became very dizzy. And the next thing I recall was my new friend Jean helping me walk back to my room, holding me up as I stumbled to the elevator. This was so unlike me; I never drink enough to get drunk -- simply not my style. I don't remember getting to my room or much else after the elevator. When I awoke I thought I was in the hospital at first. I was on a strange bed with my hands somehow fastened to the bed with straps. My clothes had been removed. The room was rocking gently. I admit I was a little frightened, but assumed that I had gotten a bad dose of brandy and had been taken to the hospital. Very woozy. I tried to get up but my arms being secured to the bed prevented me from rising. I called out. Nobody came. I must have drifted back to sleep because next time I awoke, Jean was standing above me.
"Where am I?" I asked him with slurred speech.
"You are on a boat going out to sea. You have been brought here to entertain my employer. It's his yacht."
Now I was scared, "What are you talking about? You've kidnapped me? How did I get here?"
Jean smiled and said, "Essentially yes. I brought you last night."
"Is this a joke? Are you serious?"
"No joke, my dear."
---- Jean ----
Anna was a real find. Not a working girl by any means, but a proper lady from London here in France for business. A classy, well-spoken lady, obviously educated. I met her in the hotel bar and managed to slip a little powder into her drink. She was about 30 years old. She had a fine, lithe body that I thought would be very pleasing to the boss: good legs and a nice torso . But then my job is to make such judgments. As I expected, she became confused after she drank the dose I had given her, and I, as a gentleman, offered to help her back to her room. She was pretty much out of it by now, barely able to walk even with my help. Needless to say we didn't go back to her room. Instead I took her down to the basement parking garage and put her into a car the boss had rented. By now she was not aware of anything. Thence we went straight to the docks and to the yacht. She was carried aboard and put to bed in one of our guest cabins. The cabin girls undressed her and secured her to the bed -- for her safety.
When she awoke the next morning, we informed her of her circumstances, let her up from the bed, gave her a morning robe. After she was allowed to take care of her personal needs in the bathroom, we again strapped her nude on her back on the bed, her arms over her head. She was fully conscious and fully aware of her surroundings now. You could see that she was a proud one, scared but defiant, letting us know with her arrogant demeanor that she was not the type of woman who would give in easily to her new situation. A challenge. She actually spat at me when I tied her arms down. Can you believe it? Here she was essentially helpless at sea on a strange boat and she defied me. Called me a bastard. And spat at me! That hurt. I stroked her cheek as I would a frightened and willful animal. She jerked her head away from my fingers.
"Now, now Anna. Calm down. We're not going to hurt you. And I promise that you'll feel more cooperative pretty soon. We just have to get you prepped."
She snarled at me, "What does that mean? No answer? Well, Jean the kidnapper, you can do what you want. I can't stop you. But never expect me to cooperate. You are quite contemptible. A right bastard."
"All of them eventually give in. Some sooner than others. You will too."
She sneered, "I don't know or care what you're talking about. Why don't you be a man and let me up. We can't we discuss this like civilized human beings."
She had no idea yet of why she was here or who we were.
I called in the two cabin girls who were part of our crew. They usually performed cleaning and serving duties. But they were also what we called our "prep girls." They took care of all of our "guests". They came in, looked at Anna tied there to the bed and knew exactly what to do. They silently moved to each side of the bed and bent down over our captive Anna. Each then put her mouth on one of Anna's nipples and began delicately sucking and licking.
Anna cried out in shock, "What do you think you are doing? That's disgusting. Stop it!" And received no reply from me or the very busy girls.
Anna bucked her body up, trying to get them off of her, twisting and jerking her chest from side to side. It worked at first, but the girls were back in a moment at their task, fastened to each nipple.
"Stop it please!" she commanded. "What do you want from me? Jean, please can't we talk about this?"
I smiled down at her.
The girls continued softly sucking at her breasts as she frantically but vainly tried to move her body away from their mouths. She kicked out at nothing, squirmed her hips and rocked her head from side to side in denial of what was happening to her. Whenever the girls momentarily moved their mouths away, I could see that her nipples had hardened up nicely.
"No. Stop. Stop this instant! You can't." were her expressions of revulsion and defiance.
